© Justin Cumberland 2007

Chapter Fifteen

They took Jason to the bathroom where there was a shower cubicle and left him alone so that he could clean himself up for the next round. He had only been there for a minute or so when he was surprised to hear a knock on the door. He was leaning against the back wall of the cubicle and trying not to slip. It was difficult to stand and he didn’t think he could reach the latch on the door without pushing himself forward. He stretched his arm out but couldn’t quite touch it. He strained but realized he wasn’t going to make it and he was about to push himself off the wall so that he could reach the latch when he saw the kid, Todd, sliding his head under the door of the cubicle. He was laying on his back on the floor of the bathroom and looking up at Jason.

‘Are you okay?’ he said.

Jason nodded his head and looked down at Todd. He leaned back against the wall, thankful that he didn’t have to reach the latch now because he didn’t think he could stand properly. His legs felt weak and they had started spasming again.

‘I’m sorry about that…out there with…’ Todd’s voice trailed off. He looked to one side for a moment, went quiet and then he turned back again, looking up at the space between Jason’s legs. ‘Hey!’ he said. ‘That looks sweet!’

‘Yeah?’ Jason said.

‘Yeah,’ Todd said, nodding his head forward. He was smiling. He gripped his hands on the bottom of the door and slid his head further into the cubicle so that it was resting between Jason’s feet. Water was running down the insides of Jason’s thighs and pooling around Todd’s head. He was blocking the drain. ‘You know, you can’t even tell there was anything there.’

‘Really?’

Todd nodded, staring up from underneath. ‘It’s just skin – just like you’ve got a dick and never had any balls.’

‘Is there a scar?’

Todd blinked some water out of his dark eyes and tried to look closely. His blond hair fanned around him in the pool of water. Suddenly, he strained his head forward, trying to see if there was a scar. ‘Hang on,’ he said. ‘I can’t see it properly.’

He used his hands to slide himself further into the cubicle. He turned on one side and ducked one hip under the door, bending his body so that his arse, followed by his feet slid under the door. He lay sideways around Jason’s feet, on the floor of the shower, curled into a ball. From that position it was difficult to get up. He reached up a hand to Jason, trying to shake the water out of his hair at the same time. His hand slid across Jason’s thighs before Jason grabbed it, trying to pull him up as best he could. There wasn’t a whole lot of room. Jason was unsteady and the kid, not being able to see properly, reached for a hold with his other hand. He grasped Jason’s dick and pulled himself upwards with that before he realized what it was.

‘Sorry,’ Todd said. ‘I didn’t…I mean…Did I hurt you?’

Jason shook his head.

The kid smiled. ‘I’ll have a proper look,’ he said. He put his hand behind Jason, on his arse and bent his head down, turning it up between Jason’s legs. Jason could see the kid’s back and the top of his arse bent over in front of him, and he could feel Todd’s hair tickling the insides of his thighs. Jason started to smile at the sensation and then he took a sudden breath inwards as Todd reached up with his other hand, touching the place where the explosion had occurred. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. It felt good.

The kid ran his fingers backwards and forwards over the spot where Jason’s sack had once hung. He started saying something but Jason couldn’t hear him because of the water falling all around them.

‘What?’ Jason said.

The kid stood up and shook his hair. He pushed it back over his head and smiled, blinking water out of his eyes. ‘I said – there isn’t any scar.’

‘Really?’

‘Not a mark,’ Todd said. ‘It looks natural – like there was never anything there.’

Jason reached down for the first time and felt the place along the underside of his cock where his balls had once been. Todd was right. It felt natural. The skin was stretched and smooth; and Jason couldn’t help running his fingers back and forth along it, feeling the place and wondering how they had managed to do that with a couple of aerosol cans. He smiled.

‘You know,’ Todd said. ‘You probably don’t want to hear it but I feel so…’ He bit his bottom lip and smiled at Jason. ‘I mean, I handed you that fucking box!’

‘The box? – Oh, yeah,’ Jason said, remembering that it had been Todd’s choice of box five which had, ultimately, turned out to contain the explosive device. Did the kid feel responsible? Jason didn’t think that that was right. Todd wasn’t responsible for what had happened. He was, after all, just a kid. He shouldn’t even have been on the show. And anyway, he had simply done what Andy had said to do. No, it wasn’t Todd’s fault. Someone, certainly, had made a mistake – put something in the wrong box accidentally, or told Andy the wrong thing without realizing what they were doing. Even now, somewhere, some poor guy was probably getting chewed up about it and feeling awful as they tried to work out how it had happened.

Jason stopped stroking the place where his balls had been and looked at Todd. ‘Look,’ he said. ‘It wasn’t you. And you shouldn’t feel bad about what happened.’

‘Bad about it?’

‘Well – you didn’t do anything. You didn’t pick it. You just handed it to me. It was Andy who chose it. You can’t claim to be responsible for…this,’ Jason said, motioning toward his groin with one hand.

‘I don’t know about that,’ Todd said. ‘I would’ve chosen you anyway – even if I’d picked the box myself and hadn’t…even if I’d only thought that…I mean, I would’ve given it to you anyway – just hoping. And it still would have happened.’

Jason shrugged. There was no point worrying about it. Todd wasn’t responsible.

The kid lifted his chin up and smiled at Jason. ‘Your balls looked so fucking big, man! – and after you’d taken that hit in the first round I just couldn’t. I mean, I just had to give you that – and then – oh, man! That was so fucking awesome! And it was me that got to choose…I mean – I gave you that fucking box!’

The first round! Everything came back to that. ‘It wasn’t your fault, Todd.’

‘Fault?’

‘No, I mean – in the first round – that was different. I was angry at you then.’

‘Angry at me? What were angry at me for?’

‘Well – not angry at you – at your friend, Eric.’

‘Eric? Oh, yeah – I know what you mean.’

‘No one distracted him, did they?’ Jason said, ‘—when he was answering your questions? There was no one bugging him when he was trying to answer.’

‘No,’ Todd said. ‘But he wouldn’t have let it…I mean, he wouldn’t have given a wrong answer on purpose.’

‘Of course not,’ Jason said. ‘But he might have been distracted – if someone had been bugging him – and grabbing his arm.’

‘I don’t think so,’ Todd said. ‘He would have got them right anyway. He knew the answers. If he’d got one wrong I wouldn’t have got first choice for Blast-Off.’

‘Exactly!’ Jason said. ‘And how would that have made you feel? If you had missed out on that? It wouldn’t have been fair, would it?’

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Jason looked at Todd who simply shrugged his shoulders and turned around to open the door. He had to step backwards as he pulled the door into the shower and the underside of Jason’s cock slid into the crack of the boy’s arse until it was pressed firmly against it as Todd stepped back further, opening the door to reveal the surgeon, who was standing in the bathroom with a syringe in his hand.

‘Oh, you’re in there,’ the surgeon said, suddenly jerking his head back as he saw Todd, the sight of whom had obviously come as something of a surprise.

‘I’m giving him a hand,’ Todd said.

‘Yeah, well, he’s gotta have a needle. Move over a bit.’

Todd shuffled to one side and the surgeon, who was fully clothed, stepped into the shower, unconcerned about the water which hit him directly in the chest as he stepped in. Under the pressure of the shower his orange coveralls stained a darker color, sticking to his skin and becoming translucent at the same time.

Jason bent his head forward and grabbed his dick. It was crushed against Todd’s side now because the boy had turned around and stepped back against the side wall. He pulled it up and managed to release it. He offered it to the surgeon because, Jason figured, they were going to put another one into that.

‘No, not in there, mate,’ the surgeon said. ‘You won’t be getting that thing down any time soon.’

Jason frowned. ‘How long?’ he said.

‘A week or two.’

A week or two? Jason couldn’t believe it. The pressure from his sack had been released and, even though it hadn’t been done in the best possible way, he could at least be thankful that he hadn’t had to put up with that discomfort any longer than was necessary. Indeed, if he had gone home with his testicles swollen as they were, he would most likely have had to put up with pain for some days, as he had had to when Garth had hit him with the baseball bat. He had comforted himself with this thought when Todd had told him how good it looked down there, thinking that it had maybe been the best thing that could have happened given the circumstances, allowing him to go on with the competition without the hindrance of a swollen sack; but he now learned that he was going to have to put up with an erection for some time, which might prove embarrassing, particularly if he had to go out in public which could hardly be avoided.

‘Here, give us your shoulder,’ the surgeon said.

Jason turned sideways.

‘This’ll help steady you. You’ll be feeling better in no time.’

Todd closed the door and looked at Jason who, although he had managed to stand while the surgeon was there, had now fallen backwards against the wall, trying to keep his balance.

‘Are you alright?’ Todd said.

Jason nodded his head.

‘Did they put a needle in your dick?’

‘Three,’ Jason said.

Todd reached forward and grabbed it. ‘It sure is hard,’ he said, squeezing the head of Jason’s dick with his fingers.

‘Tell me about it.’

‘Does it feel good?’

Jason smiled. It felt fantastic. The feel of Todd’s fingers as they squeezed his head sent ripples of sensation along the sides of his dick and into his abs. He looked at Todd’s dick, which, although not bursting, was certainly erect; and he realized, from the way the kid had asked the question, that the erection was natural which meant that they had not given Todd anything to help him if it came down to a jerk-off.

Suddenly Jason realized the position he was in; and he decided, at that moment, to pull himself together. He was, after all, standing here with Todd knowing full well that because they had entered the show together, the kid couldn’t possibly leave again without getting some of his gear wasted. They had, after all, set things up so that Jason would win, and this meant, without a doubt, that Todd was going to end up, if not worse off than Jason, then in a very similar position, losing at least one testicle, because it wasn’t possible to exit the show otherwise, unless, of course, you were the winner. And Todd wasn’t going to win. It was a shame, particularly now, because Todd had proved himself to be a genuinely kind person, who, although he had played around with Jason’s testicle out on the stage, had apologized for it, and, as it turned out, was the only contestant with the balls to come in here and see how Jason was.

‘Where are the other guys?’ Jason said.

‘Getting the devices removed.’

‘Is yours still in there?’ Jason said, motioning at Todd’s sack with his head.

‘Mine?’ Todd frowned at him. ‘Oh—no,’ he said. ‘They…already took it out. It only takes a minute—but…there’s a line-up.’

Fair enough, Jason thought. That explained why Todd was here and not one of the other guys. He really needed to stop thinking the worst about people. Generally, as he well knew, people turned out to be kind and well-meaning.

‘How long do you reckon we’ve got?’ Jason said.

‘I don’t know…five, ten minutes.’

Jason reached for the soap.

‘Do you want a hand?’ Todd said.

‘Would you mind?’ Jason didn’t think he could manage to balance and soap himself at the same time; and, despite the constant stream of water from the shower there were still traces of blood and semen on the both of them. They couldn’t go back out like that.

‘Stand in the middle,’ Todd said.

Jason managed to balance by standing with his legs apart, keeping one hand pressed against each wall as Todd soaped his body. Todd started with his chest and because they were close together, Jason’s dick kept sliding against the kid’s stomach, the head catching time and time again in Todd’s navel as the kid soaped Jason’s chest and shoulders. Jason closed his eyes. The constant stimulation calmed him and really, he thought, losing his balls had proved, within the space of five or ten minutes, to be nothing to worry about whatsoever. There wasn’t any pain. There wasn’t any scar. And it was only, Jason supposed, the fear which other guys had of these things which led them to be so irrational about losing their gear, because, as it turned out, not having any balls wasn’t really a problem.

Todd crouched down and began soaping Jason’s thighs and feet. The kid’s hair kept brushing the underside of Jason’s cock and tickling the place where his sack had been. Jason kept his eyes closed but couldn’t help smiling. Thankfully Todd couldn’t see his face and was unaware of the effect he was having on Jason, who, once again, felt like he was going to blow a load.

The kid crouched down lower and slipped between Jason’s thighs. Jason got a shock because Todd brought his head up suddenly as he slipped between Jason’s legs hitting him, as it would have been, in the nuts; but actually, because they had gone, causing him no pain whatsoever. Jason realized, as this happened, that being hit in the groin was a pain which he would never have to suffer again; and, because of this, he began to feel happy about what had happened.

Todd soaped his back and the sides of his chest from behind, gripping Jason under the arms with both hands before he moved them downward, slipping his hands into the crack of Jason’s arse. Todd crouched behind him and began soaping Jason between the thighs, reaching forward at the same time, and, with both hands, rubbing them along the sides of Jason’s cock. Jason’s dick started to jerk up in the air and Todd’s hands slipped. He had to keep finding his hold and grip harder with both hands, sliding his palms along the sides of Jason’s dick and scratching lightly at it with the tips of his fingers.

Suddenly Todd moved one hand away, cupping Jason’s dick from underneath with one hand while he slid the other up and down into the crack of Jason’s arse. Jason supposed there was some dried sealant around the area, which, because it was unnecessary, would have to be removed. He hoped Todd would hurry, because, at any moment, Jason was going to come; and he didn’t want that to happen, embarrassing not only himself, but the kid, who was being so kind to him.

Todd was obviously having trouble, however, because he starting moving the hand which was gripping the underside of Jason’s cock faster and faster, while, with the other hand, which was in Jason’s arse, he began to increase the pressure, sliding it up and down his crack slowly and determinedly.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, one of Todd’s fingers slipped into Jason’s arsehole. It was a mistake, obviously, but the muscles in Jason’s arse clenched involuntarily and trapped Todd’s finger so that he was unable to pull it out again.

‘Fuck, you’ve got a tight arsehole!’ Todd said. He gripped Jason’s cock firmly with his other hand because, Jason supposed, he was trying to pull the finger out. For some reason it seemed to slide further in and, at that moment, Jason came.

Jism spurted across the cubicle, audibly slapping onto the back of the door. The painted wood was wet and it started to slide.

‘Oh, wow!’ Todd said. ‘You fucking well came!’

Jason went red in the face and felt the muscles in his arse relax as Todd slowly withdrew his finger, turning it as he did so. Jason was unable to believe how good it had felt to have something pushed into the hole of his arse. He had never stuck anything into his arse before; and he now felt that he had been missing something which he had heard other guys talking about; but which, in his own stupid way, he had always been too afraid to try for himself.

Even though he was red-faced, he was smiling and breathing heavily, keeping his hands pressed against the walls of the cubicle. He could only think how lucky he was that Todd was crouched down behind him because, from that position, the kid couldn’t see Jason’s face.

‘That’s pretty incredible,’ Todd said. ‘That you’ve still got that much left.’

‘Left?’

‘Yeah – well, you can’t make any more, can you?’

‘Can’t I?’

Todd stood up behind him and placed a hand on Jason’s hip. ‘No – well, not properly. You can make some fluid – but, well, you haven’t got any balls. You can’t really make come – not properly.’

Jason thought. ‘But how did – where did that come from?’

‘There’s a little sac,’ Todd said. He reached his hand around and touched Jason’s pubes with the tips of his fingers. ‘In here somewhere. It stores the come, ready for when you blow. You must have had a lot in there because you’ve already come a couple of times.’

‘So – what, won’t I come anymore?’

‘A bit of fluid,’ Todd said. ‘It’ll feel good – but you won’t really blow a load again – unless there’s something left.’

‘Something left?’

‘Yeah,’ Todd laughed. ‘I don’t see how there could be.’

As it turned out there was some left but neither Todd nor Jason knew this, and, being ignorant about it, Jason supposed that that was the last time he would come properly. He consoled himself with the thought that it had been good – he had been with another person for the first time and it had proved better than he could ever have expected it to be, particularly when you considered that he was in a small shower cubicle with a thirteen year old boy who had just inserted a finger into his anus.

Todd still had his arm around Jason. His fingers were still lightly resting on Jason’s pubes and as they stood there, Jason felt Todd’s other hand move to his hip as the boy tried to steady himself. As Todd did so the head of his penis slipped underneath the crack of Jason’s arse; and Jason felt it nestled there, resting against his arsehole. He wondered what it would feel like if Todd thrust forward, pushing his penis into Jason’s hole; but he supposed, given how tight it was, that that wouldn’t be possible.

At that moment there was another knock on the door and a voice which Jason never did identify said, ‘Hurry up you two. It’s time to go back on.’